Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 689

On the cozy bed, a fierce competition for Gwendolyn’s attention erupted between the two little ones.

Zendaya and Benedict both vied for the prime spot next to their beloved mother, even tussling to snuggle up to her.

Benedict, being the more mature and sensible older brother, eventually conceded defeat.

He graciously shifted his little pillow next to Cedrick’s.

After a good half-hour of chaos, the family finally settled down, ready to drift off into dreamland.

Little did they suspect that as soon as the lights went out, a tiny voice belonging to Zendaya pierced the darkness.

“Mommy, my heart is racing like crazy. I just can’t fall asleep,” Zendaya whimpered, her voice carrying a tinge of desperation.

Cedrick, his voice laced with lazy amusement, chimed in. “Zendy, you were sprinting like a cheetah before bedtime. It’s no wonder you’re all wound up.”

Gwendolyn remained silent.

While Zendaya struggled to find sleep, Benedict desperately needed it.

Gwendolyn could see the exhaustion etched on his face. After spending hours in the lab receiving treatments, Benedict deserved a restful night at home.

While she was pondering a solution, Cedrick proposed one. “What if your mommy tells you both a bedtime story?”

Zendaya perked up. “Yes, please!”

Benedict rolled his eyes. “That’s boring.”

Cedrick had a secret agenda. He was hoping that exposing Benedict to more fairy tales and their enchanting lessons might soften his precocious and adult-like demeanor.

He insisted, “Benny, you’ve never experienced your mommy’s storytelling, have you? Consider it a new experience, and it’ll also help soothe Zendy to sleep.”

Benedict grudgingly shifted his position, tucking his arms in. “Whatever. Girls are so troublesome. Even when it comes to bedtime, they want attention before they’re willing to sleep.”

no mind to her big brother’s grumbling and lovingly

she coaxed her sickly brother, “Oh, Benny, I’m not being troublesome. Just give Mommy’s stories a chance. They’re really

danced in his eyes. It was clear that

gaze seemed to convey a message without words as he

the bedside table. Flipping through the pages, she began her melodious

on the bed and casually supporting his head as he absorbed every word of Gwendolyn’s storytelling. He couldn’t help but admire her ethereal beauty as she

of Harrick Villa, an aura of warmth and harmony enveloped

and tender as Gwendolyn was surrounded by

with the prince at the grand ball, got married, and had two adorable

later, after Gwendolyn finished narrating the story, the main bedroom was filled with soft and regular breathing as everyone

soft, golden glow of the bedside lamp, Cedrick and

faces, her eyes eventually fixating

whispered, a tender smile gracing her lips. With a gentle flick, she switched off the lamp, surrendering herself

of the rumors swirling around Zendaya calling Charles “Daddy” at the dinner table and how Zendaya managed to stir up chaos during Charles’ blind date

as an opportunity

her original words were extremely insulting and went far

swiftly contained the news and even asked

Cloudington Group incurred losses worth

Mr. Jenson the wrong way during your date yesterday? With Jenson Group canceling their collaboration with our Cloudington Group, this is like a clear warning to our family. You have no idea who he is in

half-asleep, was utterly

possibly offend him when I don’t even know what’s

of frustration was building up inside him. He saw Jessamyn’s bewildered expression and couldn’t hold back

this cold expression, and I knew he was clearly holding back his

“Dad, I haven’t

Jessamyn’s mother, joined the conversation, helping Ignatius calm down as she questioned their daughter, “Jess,

“Okay.”

onto the carpet, and, with a pat on her face, started to recount the events of the previous day. She had only done a few things, so she quickly narrated everything to her parents. Except for

did he spend time in jail, but he’s now also playing around with a mistress, and get this, he even fathered an illegitimate child. He had the audacity to come for a

mile wide. She’s a mouthy little devil, and I couldn’t stand her. I lost my cool and lashed out at her a bit. After that, I reached out to some newspapers and reporters to expose Charles’ wild ways. But it looks like I didn’t give enough money, as no juicy Newton Group

puzzled looks, trying to make sense of Jessamyn’s

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